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Within the hall are song and laughter, 

The cheeks of Christmas glow red and jolly, e 

And sprouting on every corhel and rafter 
The lightsome green of ivy and holly. 

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VOL. 2 

JANUARY, 1925 

NO. 1 


Editor in Chief 
Associate Editor 
Associate Editor 
M. A. A. Reporter 
W. A. A. Reporter 
Humor Editor 

Art Editors 

Business Manager 

Faculty Advisers 

Carroll E. Davenport 

Jos.eph Riordan 

John Fitzpatrick 

Edward Stebbins 

Mary Wilcox 

Francis Hurlburt 

\ Fred Gentsch 

} Mabel Vanslette 

George Draper 

I Susan M. Williams 

Henry J. Clancy 

I Frank S. Livermore 


Eugene Caldwell 
Thomas Bowler Ferdinand Toupence 

Raymond Pelletier Fred H. Gentsch 

Merle G. Hall Raymond Ingham 


Mr. Parkinson 
Mr. Harrington 
C. E. Davenport 
Gerd Aage Gillhoff 
Vera Goodrich 
Mary E. Williams 
Betty Saltzman 
Grace M. Can- 
Gertrude I. McConville 
Doris M. Chase 
Bernadette Mahoney 

Mr. Kirkpa trick 

Thomas Bowler 

John McNally 

Alice V. Cashman 

Mary Carmody 

Kitty Wilcox 

Mary Marsh 

Lillian Brewster 

Claire Fisher 

Katherine Boyle 

Mildred Marble 


By C. E. Davenport 

If to your mind does spring 
A bit o'humor, anything 
Clever, witty, or bright, 
Put it in the Norma-lite. 

Write some little story 

On valor, love, or glory 

Of fair maid and bold knight; 

Put it in the Norma-lite. 

Mayhap 'tis a poem sad, 
But it will make me glad; 
If you but do the right, 
Put it in the Norma-lite. 

Those who aspire to teach, 
'Tis you that I beseech 
To do your bit. Write! Write! ! 
Put it in the Norma-lite. 


By Mr. Kirkpatrick 


"Use the intelligence you's bo'n 
with", is a brief and true answer. 

The first essential is to keep your 
brain, which is the chief physiological 
mechanism used in studying, in first 
class condition. To keep it in good 
working order the whole body must 
be in perfect health and the blood 
flowing to it, pure and well supplied 
with oxygen. The brain should be 
called upon to do only one piece of 
work at a time and should be con- 
centrated vigorously and exclusively 
upon that. It must not be required 
to work after fatigue has set in, and 
after doing one piece of work it 
should be allowed a short interval of 
free activity before being set at an- 
other task. If it becomes sluggish 


after working awhile, a little vigorous 
physical exercise will often enliven it, 
because waste products are cleared 
out of the brain by the freer cir- 


Proper light, temperature and pos- 
ture are helpful, as is also some 
degree of quietness; but the latter is 
not necessary if you can ignore all 
noises as of no significance to you. 
You should be alone or among those 
who, whether quiet or not, never 
demand your attention. If it is nec- 
essary to give attention to some- 
thing other than the task in hand, 
do so completely, then turn again 
quickly to your task. Do not try 
to work while giving half your 
attention to something else. 


In preparing a lesson get full ben- 
efit of your former knowledge and 
experience by first noting the topic 
and thinking of what you already 
know about it. As you read, look 
for the more important facts or 
questions being discussed, and con- 
nect these with any knowledge that 
you already have about them. You 
will be helped in this by making an 
outline of what you study and by 
stating in your own words the chief 
facts or truths belonging with each 
topic. Try to group and arrange 
the material so that minor points may 
be included under larger headings. 
Think how the truths could be il- 
lustrated from your own knowledge 
and supplemented by further obser- 
vation or reading. Go over the 

lesson a second time, noting how one 
topic is related to the others and 
what would be the effect of rearrang- 
ing their order. To make sure that 
you will recall the truths when 
needed, connect them with names, 
questions or situations in which they 
are likely to occur when you need 
them. Review lessons briefly the 
next day after studying them and 
review this lessson along with others, 
after some weeks or months. 


At all times be alert to connect 
lessons in various subjects with each 
other and with your reading, the 
conversation you hear and with your 
observations. Seek to use what you 
have learned in conversing with 
others, in writing papers and in 
practical affairs. 


If you will think just how many 
of these suggestions you success- 
fully conformed to. in studying the 
last lesson before reading this, or in 
the first one afterwards, you will 
find out how useful they are and 
how easy or difficult it is to carry 
them out and you will be carrying 
out one of them. Which one? If 
you give names to each of these 
paragraphs and count the number of 
points under each, what suggestion 
will you be carrying out? 

Bill Daley claims he is the original 
hard-luck guy. 

It seems that Bill took two days 
off to vote and then he completely 
forgot to put his name on the ballot. 

At least, that is what he says. 



By Mary Carmody 

With the reopening of school we 
have among us many new, eager 
students who, by their loyalty and 
school spirit will not only continue 
but strengthen the reputation held 
by Fitchburg Normal in the past. 
First, school spirit is loyalty to our 
school. And loyalty, besides being 
a patriotic emotion of fidelity, ad- 
miration, and respect for our country, 
state or school is really a duty. It 
is a duty because it is a vital element 
in every school, for if a person does 
not possess this devotion, or loyalty 
to the school of which he is a pupil, 
he is not a vital part of the school. 

Now school spirit is not only a 
duty, it is also an emotion which 
many doubt whether or not they 
possess. The surest proof then of 
whether we possess it or not is by 
practical demonstration; namely, in- 
terest in our school's scholastic and 
athletic activities. We must keep 
our scholastic athletic activities up to 

the standard, never letting them for 
one minute fall below. We must 
show our interest in athletics by 
taking an interest in the various 
teams. Be a member of some team 
if you can, or at least show your 
school spirit by attending the games 
and cheering your teams to victory. 
There is so much to be said in 
favor of vocal support. Let us look 
back to the recent foot-ball games, 
bleachers lined with young men and 
women, eyes glued on the swaying, 
grappling, dust-covered figures on 
that field. W T hat was the part of 
those spectators? To support their 
team with their enthusiastic voices. 
As the old Greek philosopher said, 
"A man knows not himself," but 
will be exerted to greater efforts 
if he can hear the applause and 
encouragement of his schoolmates 
and knows that he is not fighting 
alone for his school, but is supported 
at least by the student body. 

So it is hoped that the new mem- 
bers of our school will heed our 


words, and by showing their school 
spirit give to their school the aid 
that it needs. For it is in you, the 
Juniors, that we place our hope and 
trust, for you are the builders of 
Fitchburg Normal's future. 



By Mary E. Williams 
The man without a sense of humor 
is as unfortunate as "The Man With- 
out a Country." Perhaps he has 
reached his success at the top of the 
ladder; perhaps the desire of his life 
has been fulfilled; perhaps he is at 
peace with the world. But he has 
my heartfelt sympathies, for without 
a sense of humor he has nothing. 

It is indeed one of the most val- 
uable assets in our lives. What about 
our deep sorrows and disappoint- 
ments when we feel we cannot bear 
up under the stress of our hardships? 
It is that little grain of fun which 
rescues us from floundering in the 
deep sea of despair. 

And it is not so often the big 
troubles but the little trials and trib- 
ulations that come to us in our every 
day life. Suppose we could see 
nothing amusing in the grotesque 
tumble we took at the very feet of 
the new superintendent, upon whom 
we wanted to make such a good im- 
pression, too. That mortifying 
incident might remain with us for 
weeks or even months were it not for 
the fact that we could laugh at the 
very absurdity of it. 

Is it not amusingly odd that the 
very morning we get up late our 

shoe lacings are sure to break, there 
is a long dropstitch in our best black 
stocking, our clothes persist in going 
on the wrong side out and our fav- 
orite scarf pin is nowhere to be 

It is too true that our sense of 
humor may often limes prove ex- 
ceedingly embarrassing. It is indeed 
distressing when in the most solemn 
part of the sermon we feel that 
persistent desire to giggle at the fly 
which is tickling the minister's nose. 
Or at the very climax of the noted 
lecturer's discourse, someone sneezes 
violently. Laughing up our sleeve 
certainly isn't much of a compen- 

But even so there is no better 
life saver than the sense of humor. 
May we all abide by this motto: 

Laugh and the world laughs with you, 

Kick and you kick alone, 
For the cheerful grin will let you in, 

Where the kicker is never known. 


By Lillian Brewster 
The queen of the sky is riding high, 
Come, throw her a kiss as she goes by, 
Then sleep, my baby, and dream, my lad, 
Dreams that are tender, and youthful and 

And the queen afar in her silver car, 
Sends a message down by a glittering star, 
The wee, bright thing slips through the 

dark skies 
And stops to rest in my darling's eyes. 

It leaves its message and speeds through 

the night — 
My little one smiles and his face is bright 
As he lifts his head and whispers this, 
"The queen sends thanks for her good- 
night kiss." 


By Mr. Harrington 
How urgently we dash around 

after the '-latest", whether it be song. 
dance or breakfast-food; a way to 
carve our hair or dye our shirts. 
How restlessly we rush from the 
place where we are, to the place 
where t. e have never been — to the 
uttermost parts of the earth, if we 
have money enough. But we find 
the song never late enough, the place 
never far enough, the style never new 
enough, to give the happiness we 
crave. Some of us then fold our 
features into a world-weary look, and 
announce that, though still young, 
we have done all, been all, seen all, 
and, having found it all "old stuff", 
must decline to give attention to any 
thought, emotion, or so-called phe- 
nomenon which may arise from then 
on. Some of us continue to dash 
from one new thriller to another, and 
are never etill long enough to find 
that we are unhappy until we are 
too tired to flutter longer. All of 
this comes from the assumption that 
if we could find something complete- 
ly original, new, to do or think or 
see, we could really attain to happi- 
ness ; and the trouble is that of course 
there is nothing new to find, either 
in the little or the great things. The 
new wrinkles in Mah-Jongg are some 
four centuries old ; Joan of Arc 
bobbed he*- hair ; Joseph wore a 
coat of many colors ; Columbus 
found a new world — filled with a 
race of men as ancient as his own; 
we lister: over the radio — and hear 
no new voice or music. Trees and 

mountains, sunrise and sunset, stars 
and moonlight, the roar of the sea, 
and the sighing of the wind, are 
what they have been. Life and love 
and death, and all their combinations, 
ire old as the hills and the seas. 
Originality, in this sense, can only 
belong to the Creator. 

For human beings, the only origi- 
nality that can be discovered is that 
within themselves. Homer and 
Shakespere, whom the race has 
agreed to credit with the supreme 
degree of human originality, did not 
even pretend to be writing anything 
new. The one retold the legends of 
his people, already handed down for 
many generations; the other borrow- 
ed tales from any collection that 
came his way. Simply this: where 

others had seen but the same old 
tales, they, seeing for themselves, 
saw living men and women, and, in 
their retelling, lend us their senses 
and sympathies that we may see 
flesh and blood and throbbing hearts 
where had walked but puppets and 

As with them, so with us, the 
originality, and consequently the 
happiness, lies not in the newness of 
the thing seen, but in the newness 
of the seer. 

The things that are worth while 
are old; man, because he is man, 
has owned them for ages; but for 
each of us the making them our 
own is an original creative act. If 
we can bend our strength, not to 
chasing novelties, but to creating 
within the old eternal things, life will 
remain fresh, each day a time of 


eager adventure. In teaching, we 
cover the same content year after 
year, but each new child's acqui- 
sition of it offers us a new and 
exciting drama. 

And, finally, however small our 
own creative ability, yet we have 
given to us, because we are human, 
to create with the aid of the masters 
in pictures and books and music, 
who could sense clearly what we 
can grasp but dimly; but whose 
record of what they sensed we can 
make our own. 

Can you imagine Homer, old and 
helpless and blind, finding life turned 
stale? He, who could build within 
himself a very world of living men? 


By Mary Carmody 

Student Government, a toast to 
you! Like a sturdy little ship that 
starts out on a stormy sea and weath- 
ers the tempests day after day, until 
finally the sea becomes calm and the 
ship proceeds triumphantly, so are 
you, cautiously and hopefully steer- 
ing through the sea of trials, and, 
backed by strong winds of co-oper- 
ation, you sail on nearer and nearer 
the harbor of complete success. 

We have watched you grow, and 
our pride in you and co-operation 
with you will never cease. Each one 
of us forms a binding link in that 
great chain of mutual interest that 
once broken, is broken forever, but 
which with us, students of Fitchburg 
Normal School, will stay firm as the 
"Rock of Ages." 


By Mary Marsh 

There was a time when hope gleamed high 
Like a blue white star in a winter sky. 
And up a rough and rugged steep 
A traveler trudged, the world below asleep. 
The winter passed, 
And spring stole by, 
And still the star hung in the sky. 
The summer came so soft and still — 
And the star hung over the distant hill. 
Then, like a chariot of the night 
It fell, and left a trail of light. 
The traveler, weary with many a mile 
Looked up, and saw it fall 
And smiled 


By Doris M. Chase 

I love to build a fire at night, 

And watch the smoke a-curling, 
To see the strange ethereal light, 

Towards heavens stars unfurling. 
In the flames, down near the embers 

Is the birth of a dream come true, 
Higher it rises and higher 

Till in its spell I cannot move. 
Then like a dream it fades and dies, 

The orange to grey is blended, 
Until it reaches the peaks of the stars, 

And I know that my dream is ended. 

* * * * 

Someone has suggested that the 
following signs be placed on the 
Fords of Mr. Harrington and Mr. 

"The tin you love to touch." 

Let no man put asunder. 

There is beauty in every jar. 

Let the rest of the world go by. 

Why buy baby a rattle? 

Don't call me Lizzie. 

Sound value, Don't you hear it? 



By Mr. Parkinson 
Ever since man began to measure 

time at all it has been his custom to 
set apart certain days on which to 
remind himself of some great event 
of the past and to relay to posterity 
the lessons he derives from that 
event. Christmas is the day of all 
days observed the world around, more 
widely over the earth's surface, if 
not by more of its people, than any 
other day of the year. It is celebra- 
ted as the birthday of The Child Of 
The Manger, although nobody knows 
that it is the correct date. New 
Year's Day is also assumed to be the 
anniversary of the birth of Jesus, 
from which our years purport to be 
numbered. Both days derive their 
significance from the same great 
event, although both dates are un- 
certain and even the years are prob- 
ably numbered wrong. But fortun- 
ately the real significance of a day 
or season does not rest upon the 
precision of an ancient or a modern 
calendar. The Christmas season 
has been accepted as marking the 
advent of Joy To The World. It 
is the season for the spread of Good 
Will Among Men. Christmas is 
The Day Of The Child and those 
who would, "become as little child- 
ren," and so qualify for a part in 
that Kingdom for whose coming 
Christians are taught to pray. It is 
the time when all about us are bend- 
ing energies to discovering how to 
give pleasure to certain others. No 
doubt many are making the quest 
for pleasing gifts too much a burden, 

and perhaps other motives than the 
promotion of happiness sometimes 
enter into our observance of the day. 
Custom makes slaves of us in this 
as in other things. But who among 
us is not better for reminding him- 
self once a year of all the friends 
that are his, and devoting himself 
for a season to the happiness of 
those friends, and particularly to the 
happiness of little children. 

For ever since that day of old 
when the light of a new vision broke 
through the gloom of fear and hate, 
suspicion and cunning, oppression 
and slavery that once darkened the 
world, the little child has been to 
humanity more and more the symbol 
of trust and innocence and freedom, 
and of all that go to make up the 
perfect day to which we look forward 
for this world in the far future, and 
for ourselves and our loved ones in 
the world to come. 

In wishing one another a Merry 
Christmas and A Happy New Year 
we are wishing for a finer and a 
better world. Let us saturate our- 
selves in that wish and work toward 
it the year around, charging our bat- 
teries anew each year with the 
Christmas spirit and giving free play 
to that spirit as the years roll on, 

so that each passing Christmas shall 
find us, not where the previous one 
found us, but a full revolution far- 
ther on toward "the city that hath 

Firpo — "I'm not as dumb as I 

Bohaker — "I realize that is an 


Great men have been among us ; hands have penned and tongues have uttered 

wisdom — tVads*ivorth 


By Claire Fisher 

Show me a normal human being, 
old or young, brilliant or dull, pop- 
ular or unpopular, who has not at 
one time or another felt as though 
he were walking on his nose. We 
have all suffered untold agonies and 
painful self-consciousness just be- 
cause we were wearing a pair of old 
shoes. Yet, those shoes may have 
been beautiful in the days of their 
youth. But now that they are old 
and in a weakened condition, we are 
very much ashamed of them. 

It is in this frame of mind that 
we finally decide to pilfer our dime 
bank and saunter forth in quest of 
new and a la mode footwear. 

After buying a pair of shoes which 
we are sure are the latest fashion 
and which we think fit our feet and 
our pocketbook, we wend our way 
joyfully home with the precious bun- 
dle under our arm. We take them 
out and gaze pridefully upon their 
shining surfaces and even go so far 
as to say that they are worth the 
fabulous sum we paid for them. 

The next day we take out the old 


shoes from their night's resting place 
under the bed and disdainfully sniff 
as we notice the run-down beds. 
Coming to a hasty decision, we throw 
them into a corner of the closet 
and take out our new shoes. Oh, 
deceitful things, if one could but 
read beneath your shining surface! 
We don them and start down-town 
with our heads in the air and our 
hearts singing merrily within us. 
But woe unto the poor mortal who 
tries to subordinate his feet in favor 
of style, for he is quickly made to 
suffer. The first symptom is a chok- 
ing feeling around our walking 
appendages. This, we excuse by 
muttering to ourselves that that feel- 
ing is because they are new. We 
smile sweetly at Mrs. Jones and stop 
to inquire after the health of her 
child who is recovering from measles. 
Mrs. Jones immediately begins a de- 
tailed account of the how, when, and 
where of Johnny's measles, and we 
summon all our self-control and will- 
power to our aid in trying to silence 
the groaning of our feet. We take 
our leave of Mrs. Jones and board 
a street car, city-bound. Alas! 


Just as we expected! Not a seat 
available and we try to console our- 
selves with the pleasant thought that 
it is only a half hour's ride to our 
destination. So we sway backwards 
and forwards, first standing on our 
right foot , then on our left. We try 
to lean heavily on the seat-back near 
us so that some of our weight will 
be taken off our feet, and we grumble 
about the car service, people who 
joggle one constantly, and of the 
world in general. Just then the car 
jolts and our two hundred and fifty- 
pound neighbor plants his number 
nine shoe directly on our right foot. 
Our poor feet scream so that we 
think that all the passengers in the 
car can hear them, and we struggle 
with our facial expression and our 
voice to answer, "Certainly," to the 
man's, "Pardon me." However, if 

we were to say out loud the things 
we are thinking, all the ladies would 
promptly leave the car. Meanwhile 
shooting pains play leap frog inside 
our shoes, and we nearly faint from 
shear exhaustion. But being of a 
bulldog nature we manage to live 
until we get off the street car and 
into the office. 

Then, without any regard for our 
fellow employees, we madly tear the 
shoes off our burning feet and throw 
them just as far as we can. We lean 
back and let our toes breathe in 
the fresh air and solemnly invoke the 
heavens to bear witness to the state- 
ment that we are never again going 
to wear new shoes. 


By Betty Saltzman 

The debating season was opened 
by a three cornered political debate 
held on a most timely date, Novem- 
ber 4, Election Day. The Progres- 
sive Party upheld by Senior P. A. 
and the Democratic Party represent- 
ed by J. H. S. IV were defeated in a 
most evenly matched and hard fought 
debate, by the Republican Party, 
championed by Senior I. 

The Juniors were allowed for the 
first time this year to show their 
debating mettle on December 4, when 
Juniors I and II met to debate the 
subject, Resolved: That the Phil- 
lippines should be given immediate 
independence. Instead of the usual 
method of rendering the decision by 
a board of three Judges, novelty was 
introduced by letting the student 
body vote on the merits of the de- 

Junior I proved victorious by a 

vote of 133 to 69. 

The schedule for the remaining 
inter-divisional debates, the dates of 
which are somewhat tentative, fol- 

Dec. 11 Senior II versus. Senior II P. A. 
Dec. 18 Junior III " Junior P. A. 
Jan. 8 Junior IV " Junior V 

The selection of the school team 
by members of the board of judges 
will be announced shortly after the 
last debate. Plans are being made 
for a debate with our last year's 
rival, Keene, N. H. Normal. 

Mr. Akeley — "Now, I'll ask the 
kind of questions they ask in Junior 
High. Can you answer this one, 

Miss Williams: "What is your 
favorite masterpiece in English liter- 

M. Kempton — "The Sheik." 




By Betty Saltzman 

The importance of an activity is 
judged by value received. Debat- 
ing, therefore, is of the utmost im- 
portance. Debating is the "Open 
Sesame" to confidence, one of the 
acknowledged attributes of a suc- 
cessful person. One of the best ways 
to gain the ability to stand on both 
feet and express your opinion on a 
subject, is by debating. You can- 
not learn to speak through books. 
You must gain this ability through 
practice — and debating gives that 
necessary practice. 

Remember, all orators were born 
— but very few are born orators. 
Practically every individual has to 
acquire this ability to speak, and 
with it, the habit of logic. Debating 
probably more than any other form 
of discourse makes you, through 
thinking along logical and coherent 
lines, talk along such lines. 

Fortunately, this school has real- 
ized to some extent these few facts 
relative to the importance of debat- 
ing. The Council composed of one 
representative from each division, 
has been duly pleased with the in- 
terest shown in this activity. 

That greater majority of students 
who are unable to take active part 
in that most beneficial of activities, 
debating, can and should lend their 
moral support by attending the de- 
bates. Just as a foot-ball team 
depends on its loyal supporters, so 
debating in this school will depend 
on your enthusiasm, support, and 
poise, logic and independent thought. 

willingness to co-operate. Make it 
perfectly evident that you realize the 
importance of debating as an activ- 
ity, the values of which, so manifold, 
include the gaining of confidence. 


By Vera Goodrich 
The lesson taught us by this famous city 

Is to regard past men and their deeds 
Their ruined shrines in our hearts we 
should not hold 

As dead and useless limbs upon the tree 
of time. 

The past has made the present, even 
now today, 

The present molds the future of each 
great nation ; 

There is no portion of our earth we can 
truly say 

That can compare with her for inspi- 

One lofty sentiment begets another one, 

One valid deed inspires a second to its 

While one sublime achievement known to 
be well done, 

Shall be a stepping stone to far more 
lofty heights. 

Now in this ancient city, not so far away, 

Were born the masterpieces of the 
human mind, 

And Athens claims the memories that 
are today 
Unique and uncompared by any modern 

Toupence — (running into room 
breathlessly) "Have you any List- 

Yarter — "What do you want it 

F. T. — "I just found the cutest 
little black and white animal outside, 
but I'm afraid he has halitosis." 




By Alice V. Cashman 
In the first place, propaganda is 
that obnoxious influence that makes 
us believe that black is white even 
though we don't want to at all. 
It has the most widespread power 
in the world today with the possible 
exception of the Ford. 

Of course, you all know that 
propaganda won the war; and per- 
haps you have heard, also, that since 
then, it has succeeded in putting 
Bingville on the map, a feat which 
many consider to be its major 
attainment. Likewise, it was propa- 
ganda that instilled so great an ap- 
preciation of the aesthetic in Jack 
Dempsey that he delivered a smash- 
ing uppercut to the theory that "the 
old order never changeth" by altering 
the architecture of his nose. But 
propaganda has done even more than 
this; it has made us realize its poten- 
tialities to such an enormous degree 
that we are now hoping to enlist its 
services in our effort to persuade 
barbers to go to Russia, the land of 
tonsorial opportunity. 

Propaganda has induced little 
girls who aspire to naturally curly 
hair to eat bread crusts; it has done 
more for prohibition than did Carrie 
Nation, and it has furnished main- 
tenance to the Animal Rescue League 
ever since the society was founded. 
Because propaganda has done so 
much, and because it is capable of 
doing so much more, we are hoping 
to see one day some material tribute 
to it as the mainstay of progress and 
prosperity. The name inscribed 

thereon, like baking powder some- 
times in a cake, may exist only in 
fancy, but we will see it each time 
we look upon the proposed mon- 
ument to its success which may be, 
— who knows ? — only a much 
needed curtain for our assembly hall. 


By Thomas Bowler 

Old school on the hill you'll always be, 
A beacon on life's shore to me. 
By your strong, and trusting light, 
I'll try my best to do the right. 

Out upon life's treacherous sea, 
You'll cast your rays and rescue me. 
You've molded my mind and character too, 
To you, Alma Mater, I'll always be true. 

I'll ne'er forget where'er I roam 
Across the seas, or far from home. 
Your sacred light will ever shine 
On my achievments, till I cross the line. 

When upon life's shore I stand 

Your rays will guide me, to the promised 

They'll then grow dim, and fade away 
Only to return some joyful day. 


By Gertrude I. McConville 

If you learned Socrates but lived 
To give your stately dignity its due — 
Or Pericles to raise on yon steep hill 
A monument, against a sky-line blue — 
Then would your worth be praised and 

Shouted from wintry crag to glist'ning 

sea. — 
My frail words are like a shuttered room, 
A puff of smoke against a giant tree 1 
The first link in civilization's chain, 
Thou art the very Key to Life ; — 
Sublime, serene, art built to stand 
The ecstasies of joy, the buffetings of 





By Bernadette Mahoney 
Life is a see-saw of ups and downs. 
We always hold one end, but the 
occupant of the other is changeable. 
Some longed-for dream material- 
izes. Some difficult task is success- 
fully accomplished. Something very 
advantageous and pleasurable with 
the added thrill of unexpectedness 
happens, and we are tilted high up 
into the clouds to inhabit our air 
castles. We live for the time being 
in a house of dreams. Then it is 
that we know Good Fortune, Oppor- 
tunity, or Luck is seated on the other 
end, holding us high with all his 
weight and force. But, when our 
playfellow yields his place to Mis- 
fortune, 111 luck or Calamity, down 
we come with a crash, not being able 
to outweigh or even balance with 
him. Where once we dwelt serenely 
and securely in the heights, we now 
plod on in the depths. 

Thus, it is ever in life, up and 
down, down and up. But is it not 
life's uncertainty that makes it 

worth living ? Isn't the fun of a 
see-saw in its ups and downs ? 
Then since life is a see-saw, what 
would it be without ups and downs ? 
I have been told a little secret 
about this see-saw of life, and that 
is, that there is no need of worry, 
no need of grumbling, if Love has 
the middle when we have the ends. 

McCann — "What are you think- 
ing about, Jack?" 

Jack — "Oh, something serious." 

McCann — "Is it a Normal School 

Jack — "I said something serious." 


By A Nownbe Muss 
"And are you dead?" old Charon bawled, 
"I am, kind sir; that's why I called, 
I'm looking for a room and board, 
Come! Let me in! Untie that chord!"' 
Old Charon pulled his craft "on : 
My soul hopped in and Charon cried, 
"The craft's too heavy with thy shell, 
Thou'lt need it not, methinks, in Hell. 
Cast it overboard, I say; 
You'll swamp us both if you delay!" 
My soul it threw me in the Styx — 
I sank a mile and then sank six 
To where the slimy fishes play 
Leagues beneath the light of day. 
A thousand other husks like mine 
Lay pickling in the reeking brine. 
Great Jove! I had not looked for t 1 
And Jove, in that kind way of his, 
Lets me sleep away the time 
In the writhing, reeking brine. 
Each aeon I awake and see 
The fishes eating holes in me. 
I'm pickling in the river Styx, 
Below the surface, a mile and six. 


By Grace M. Carr 

Two little leaves of autum, 
Were whirling in the sun, 
Laughing and dancing together 
For their summer work was done. 
The ice winds blew, and the cold hail too, 
But what see we under the cover? 
Two little leaves from off the trees, 
Snuggled close to each other. 

J. Kiley — "Say, do you know. 
our waitress insulted me!" 

Phelps — "How so?" 

Kiley — "Well. I was eating din- 
ner, and she handed me a napkin. 
Believe me, I told her I knew when 
to use a handkerchief, without being 




By Vera Goodrich 

The world was full of things I 
loathed. Everywhere was error 
beckoning his brawny finger to me. 
I shuddered. A clammy chill danc- 
ed the minuet ten times over,, beside 
the walls of my spinal column — all 
to the tune of the discordant harp 
strings of my once calm nerves. 
Nothing was harmonious with my 
spirit. Why should I, alone, out of 
millions of others be so maliciously 

Then — ah blessed moment — 
what a happy thought came into my 
tired mind. Why stand all this mis- 
ery and grow old while yet so young? 
End it all for once and forever! 
Without a second's hesitation I 
seized the dagger of relief and pierced 
my aching heart to the core. How 
my very soul did bleed! But ah. 
'twas comfort beside the heathen 
misery I had been enduring. When 
the last drop of bitter aversion had 
trickled its wicked way to its de- 
struction I took a long, refreshing 
drink from the cup of Life held out 
to me by no other than Lady Fancy 

I was changed in an instant! As I 
looked about me I saw a vast mead- 
ow, beautifully dotted with exquisite 
flowers painted in every hue with 
Nature's selection of harmonious 
colors. But. as I gazed again I saw 
that the meadow was bounded on 
the north by hate, on the east by 
lust, on the south by fear, on the 
west by the foamy rapids of the 

river of ever flowing trouble and 
the island of misery. How beautiful 
was this handiwork of God to be 
surrounded by such erroneous things. 
I would that I could build a huge 
wall, lined with pure gold, and in- 
dole this charming spot in the 
valley before the germs from its 
wicked enviroment should eat their 
way into the peaceful enclosure. 

My inner-self began to challenge 
me, "Why stand idle and wish so 
easy a thing? Take hold of the 
plow of opportunity and make the 
furrow for your heart's desire.'' 
Hesitatingly I obeyed, for in my 
changed condition I dared not err 
in the sight of my inner conscious- 

Twenty long years passed ere the 
last brick was laid in the wall of 
salvation. I, alone, had made it, 
each tiny brick, each row upon the 
other, each turn and even the one 
and only golden gate at the entrance 
which I bad taken especial care to 
put on the east side of the beautiful 
meadow so that the first rays of the 
early morning sun would shine 
through the golden rods and send 
warmth and sunshine into the little 
valley. But were those years spent 
in misery? Ah no, never had I been 
so happy. Every moment added 
more joy to my life, more inspiration 
to my thoughts, and more kindness 
to my heart. 

I looked at my work and "saw 
that it was good," so I sat down 
to rest. But my inner-self again 
whispered to me, "Don't waste your 
precious moments. Your work is 



hardly yet begun. Turn you now 
to the meadow, see the flowers beck- 
oning to you? Why sit you here in 
idleness when duty bids you come?" 

I arose. A new song was in my 
heart and lo! ere another year had 
passed, a highway of sparkling gems 
had been laid through the very center 
of my property. No street, even in 
Paradise could ever be so beautiful. 
I looked at it again and "saw that it 
was good." 

From kindly deeds, happy 
thoughts and cheerful smiles I shaped 
more bricks, for now I was going to 
build a city. A city in my little 
valley, safely excluded from all the 
sins of the wicked, weary world, by 
a thick high wall. A city where 
only love could dwell. Not one germ 
of wickedness could take root and 
grow within the golden wall. 

Diligently I worked for many 
more years. As I now recollect, 
first I constructed a church — neither 
of creed nor scripture — but a church 
of love, the dome of which rose far 
above the highest mountain ever 
molded. I made it thus so that the 
spectrum cast by its dazzling stones 
would attract weary souls like mine 
from the evil world. It was a beau- 
tiful structure and angelic were the 
lessons learned within its walls. By 
far it was the most important part 
of the whole city. 

Then there were factories, not 
smoky, dingy buildings, but beau- 
tiful ones with flowers in their win- 
dows and everywhere were rays of 
sunshine. No pay did the workers 
get except for the common good of 

the city, for what was the need of 
temptation within so pure a place? 
Every kind of clothing was made in 
our factories and all of our food 
was raised on our side of the golden 
wall. By providing all of our ne- 
cessities ourselves we could weave 
love in every article and have noth- 
ing from any foul source. 

Our schools were of the highest 
type. The personality of any of our 
teachers alone was enough to make 
us grown-ups almost wish we were 
children so that we might go to 
school. Never was a cross word 
spoken to any child and I'm sure 
that never did any pupil say ill 
things about their instructors. 

Our homes — ah wonderful places 
of charm. Each building was of 
pure gold both on the inside and out, 
and golden were the minutes which 
were spent in making them more 

Amusement? Why, we were so 
happy within ourselves that we need- 
ed no outside stimulant for joy. 

Laws? There were no hard and 
fast rules laid down by our city 
officials, and none did we need for 
our law was greater. 

Along every path and street in 
our city one could find rose bushes 
beautifully adorning every fence and 
wall. They were a new kind of rose 
with gorgeous, fragrant blossoms, 
and strange to say, though it is true, 
not a thorn could be found on any 

Every day we went to the golden 
gate to welcome any strangers who 
might wish admittance, but only a 



pure heart could pass through that 
wonderful gate and into eternal hap- 
piness. Many were turned sadly 
away. Some would come again at 
a later date and then be admitted. 
Others were never seen nor heard 
from again. We were so happy with- 
in our little city of purity and hope 
that when we asked for an appro- 
priate name for it, with one accord, 
ten thousand voices breathed 


By Gerd Aage Gillhoff 

"Tears, idle tears, I know not what they 

Tears from the depth of some divine 

Rise to the heart and gather to the eyes, 

In looking on the happy Autumn fields, 

And thinking of the days that are no more" 

So Tennyson sighs lachrymosely 
in "The Princess." The bosom of 
the diseuse heaves emotionally, the 
women hasten infinitesimal hand- 
kerchiefs across their tear-stained 
faces, and fat men shake their pen- 
dulous stomachs. A touching man- 
ifestation of "Weltschmerz," though 
Stephen Crane, if present at the 
delivering of the recitation, would 
undoubtedly exclaim, "Swill!" and 
H. L. Mencken, Tishposh! Bum- 

Tears are indeed invaluable to the 
poet, the dramatist, and the novelist. 
The prodigal son must inevitably 
burst into tears after a long list of 
vagaries, when he realizes his mis- 
takes, and takes the straight and 
narrow path to salvation. The am- 
bitious young man weeps when the 

vanity of all human wishes is re- 
vealed to him. The heroine cries 
and cries when her lover turns false, 
and spends the rest of her life with 
an old maiden aunt, watering a ger- 
anium pot, knitting, and supervising 
a few hens. With what have tears 
not been compared! They are the 
dewdrops, pearls, diamonds. I should 
be more observant and thus more 
original in my comparisons: one 
might call them amethysts, carbunc- 
les, onyxes, topazes, rubies, agates, 
turquoses, amber glass, resin,inspis- 
sated turpentine, perfume from Wool- 
worth's castor oil. Authors have 
an almost unexplored field here. 

Do you remember Heine's poem 
in which he says that he kneeled 
before his beloved, and drank from 
her hands, the tears falling from her 
eyes. My version of the third stan- 
za is: 

^'1 saw them fall upon your hands, 
And I fell upon me knees: 
Since then I've been inflicted with 
What's called the hibes-jibes." 

We all know Chopin's "Prelude in 
D flat." There is an interesting 
story told in connection with it, for 
the authenticity of which I cannot 
vouch. While at Majorca, Chopin 
was alone when a terrific thunder- 
storm broke out. Being hyper- 
sensitive, he had this strange dream. 
A sea nymph sat near him, playing 
a beautiful melody on the flute, while 
he was lying at the bottom of a 
deep ocean, and drops fell on his 
breast at regular intervals. These 
became heavier, and heavier, louder, 
and louder, until he no longer heard 



the music. The piece comes to a 
crashing climax when Chopin real- 
izes that the drops are the tears of 
his deceased friends, weeping for him. 
Dr. Andress would probably say 
Chopin was on the road to insanity. 
And he was. 

Some composer ought to write a 
symphony of tears. Why didn't 
Tschaikowsky do it? I nominate 
Mr. Rachmaninoff for this "job", 
having heard his musical poem after 
Bocklin's picture — "The Island of 
the Dead." With this, and his pro- 
gram music to Poe's lugubrious 
'The Bells," such a bawl compo- 
ould form a most effective 

is reminds me of an i 
at a concert, during which I sat near 
an old lady, listening to an obese 
oprano who tried very hard to sing. 
When she came to a group of modern 
Russians, and started to moan/'Oh, 
cease thy singing, maiden fair!'' i 
spinster — I'm sure she was one — 

robbed audibly. Finall OL'e to 

leave, whisp* T can't stand it 

any longer!" I quite agreed with her. 

Oh. great is the diversity of te 
We have tears of affection, most use- 
ful for one's standing, pocket-book, 
rid countless reasons, 
ou ever hear of a p 
candidate who o over helmed 

ven him in his 
hoE • . ' rept — crocodile 

tears? There are tears of pity which 

• 03 e of the pan learns 

that pity is no- >nomou 

• : svm- 
ent and of sentimen- 
tality, of impotent anger, o f love and 
of fear, 

of suicidal reflections, and — most 
wonderful of all kinds — tears of 

I always get out of the way of 
tears when I possibly can. While 
people were weeping over "Over the 
Hill" and "Where is My W T andering 
Boy Tonight?" I was rude enough 
to giggle and even laugh loudly when 
I saw these pictures; but then I'm 
not human. I actually did feel water 
in my eyes when I saw "Beau Brum- 

mel," but it never developed into 
tears. Once when I was very young, 

I slapped a girl on the back. Im- 
mediately she burst into crying, and 
threatened to tell her ma what I 
had done; but, instead of doing so, 
she just continued howling. Now I 
why. Since then I have spent 
many hours on this subtle question: 

- I innocent then, or merely dumb? 

Several years ago, after a heated 
'anient, I called another girl 
(young lady, I suppose! ) a dish ra,^. 
She, too, resorted to tears, and prob- 
ably expected me to atone for mv 
crime. How? Hm, mm, mm! 
But I didn't, and she hasn't spoken 
to me . c ince. Not that I mind. 

H a v e I not rhapsodized lonu r 

►ugh on this stimulating subject? 

I hear a universal "Yes!" Much 
more could be said, but, as you h? 
p-obably seen by now, this is not a 
ertation, not a scientific treatise. 
Yet I hope it has stirred in you 

mcient interest to do reference 
work: make it your project, and 
use all humanity for bibliographv. 
Study the iniquity, the beauty, the 

tguor of tears! But be careful 
you don't emerge a sob-sister or a 
g brother. 




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By Katherlne Boyle 

On the night of the tnirty-hrst of 
October at seven o'clock, the annual 
Halloween Party, given by the mem- 
bers of the J. H. S. IV class was 
held at the Normal Sc- ool 

The good time began by the walk 
through the darkened subway. After 
everyone had gone through the 
mysterious subwaj*, an entertain- 
ment was held in the Practical Arts 
A^semblv Hall. This consisted o: 
a ghost story, ghost dances, and 
songs. We then went to the Normal 
Hall Library, which was pleasingly 
decorated in orange and black ana 
other Sj'inbols of the Halloween 
season. Here a grand march was 
held and dances and stunts also took 
place, which caused great merriment. 

At ten o'clock, the students all 
lined up and marched downstairs to 
the lobby where refreshments con- 
sisting of doughnuts and sweet cider 
were served. While they were lined 
up waiting to be served the songs, 
"Go Get a Pail" and "The Bear 
Went Over the Mountain" could be 
heard all over the buik.i. 

After refreshments, they again 

went to the library where more 
dancing and stunts were held until 
eleven o'clock. 

We had among the group a number 
of guests of the alumni, who came 
back to get acquainted. All who 
attended the party very much en- 
joyed it, and give thanks to the 
members of the J. H. S. IV class. 


By Mary Carmody 

It was a very dark night, in the 
latter part of November. There was 
mystery in the air. Everyone was 
tense with excitement, for there was 
to be a Masquerade Party. 

At eight o'clock the young people 
thronged into the lobby and in groups 
they came into the Ball Room. 
W T hat a beautiful picture they made! 

There were Pilgrims, and Puritans, 
Fairies, Dancers, Farmerettes, Farm- 
ers, Spark Plugs, and Old Fashioned 
Boys and Girls, all masked. 

The music commenced and the 
boys and girls danced several num- 
bers. The revelers were asked to 
form in line for the grand march. 
Soon they started to march and the 
sight was one of beauty and not a 



little amusement. After the grand 
march, prizes were awarded for the 
best and funniest costumes. Danc- 
ing was resumed for a while and 
then refreshments were served. 
After this the young people resumed 
their dancing. 


Palmer Hall presented a true hol- 
iday aspect on the night of Decem- 
ber fifteenth. In one corner of the 
reception room stood the tree, with 
its own natural beauty, further en- 
hanced by drapings of silver and 
glistening globes, roseate from the 
secluded light in the background. 

When study hour was over and 
the clock said eight, a jostling crowd 
of boys and girls, hurried into the 
reception room to wait for Santa. 

Occasional whiffs from pine bran- 
ches suggested the festiveness of the 
party. Laughter and kid talk bub- 
bled on every side. Then there was 
a quell in the sea of merriment. 

Little Helen Collins was going to 
sing, and Essie Boyle was to play 
for her. Her child voice trembled 
on E flat, but she held it bravely 
and when she finished, the applause 
seemed interminable. 

The next soloist was Mary Car- 
mody who sang about 'Thantie 
Clauthe." Again there was a loud 
applause, as blushing Mary took her 

May Elass and "Bobbie" Dillon 
reminisced about school days, in a 
most graceful fashion. Then a screen 
in one corner of the room was drawn 
back, showing Santa's workshop, 
how busy his helpers were on Xmas 
Eve! What humor vollied from one 
to another as they hammered away! 

Then the good old Saint came in, 
and with the help of his kind wife, 
filled his pack and started for F. N.S. 

In almost no time he was here, 
surrounded by his children. He dis- 
tributed gifts to all. On each present 
was a little jingle, which the receiver 
read aloud. 

Refreshments were brought in, and 
every kiddie sulked when she was 
told that the party ended at ten and 
she must hustle off to bed. 


By Mildred Marble 

The Women's Athletic Association, 
a new name for the organization 
known as the Girls' Athletic, held 
its first party this year on November 
twenty, at three thirty o'clock. 

All members were of course invited, 
and many attended wearing their 
gym costume. The first part of the 
evening was spent in the gymnas- 

Here the players of different sports 
gave their yell and entertained the 
onlookers with a stunt representing 
their accomplishments. For example, 
in a certain sport the highly success- 
ful hockey game played with brooms 
for hockey sticks and a basket ball 
for the hockey puck. 

At the close of the stunt perform- 
ances, prizes were awarded to the 
teams which in all respects most de- 
served them. 

At five twenty-five o'clock, the 
girls were dismissed to dress for din- 
ner which lasted until six, when the 
party ended. 

The aim of this party, beside being 
a successful climax to the fall sport 
season, was to bring the Junior and 
Senior girls together and to give 
them a chance to become better 


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jgy John McNally 

The basketball season is upon us. 
The first call for candidates for the 
Normal team brought out twenty- 
five young men. Of these Captain 
Scott, Leland, Roche, and Hilbert 
are letter men from last year's team. 
The prospects for a successful season 
took on a most rosy aspect, when it 
was learned Coach Clarence Aminott 
of the Fitchburg High School, recog- 
nized as one of the best coaches of 
basketball in New England, had been 
secured to coach the Normal team. 

Of the newcomers, McDonnell and 
Phelps of North Adams, Kruszyna 
of Adams, Dyer of Clinton, Riordan 
of Worcester, and Fitzgerald, former 
star of the Worcester Trade, looked 
most promising. The schedule as 
arranged by Manager John McNally 
is an exceedingly hard one. It is 
hoped, however, considering the ma- 
terial on hand and the excellent 
coach, that Normal will have one of 
the best teams in the history of the 

The schedule is as follows: 

Dec. 13, 1924 

Normal vs. Northeastern at Boston. 

Dec. 18, 1924 

University of Vermont vs. Normal at 

Jan. 3, 1925 

Boston College vs. Normal at home. 
Jan. 10, 1925 

Lowell Textile vs. Normal at Lowell. 
Jan. 17 1925 

Alumni vs. Normal at home. 
Jan. 24 1925 Open 

Jan. 31, 1925 

Cushing Academy at Cushing. 

Feb. 7, 1925 

St. John's Prep vs. Normal at 

Feb. 14, 1925 

Dean vs. Normal at Franklin. 
Feb. 21, 1925 

Andover vs. Normal at Andover. 
March 10, 1925 

Keene Normal vs. Normal at Keene. 
Bridgewater Normal vs. Normal at 

home (Pending) 

Gentsch — "How is everything in 

Stone — "About the same as I left 
it, I guess." 





By Kitty Wilcox 
The following officers of the 
Women's Athletic Association were 
elected at a meeting held on Sept- 
ember 29, 1924: 

Mary Marsh President 
Mary Lewis Vice President 
Grace Brown Secretary 
Alice Woods Treasurer 
Kitty W'ilcox Tennis Leader 
Rosamond O'Neil Hike Leader 
Jessie Wood Cheer Leader 
On October 14, 1924, a new point 
system for the organization was ex- 
plained by the president. After 
some discussion it was unanimously 
voted to accept this system and to 
adopt the name "Women's Athletic 
Association", instead of U G i rl s ' 
Athletic Association." 

At this same meeting Mr. Clancy 
spoke of the proposed new athletic 
field and of the football game be- 
tween St. Anselm's and Fitchburg 
Normal School, which was a benefit 
game to raise funds for the field. 
He suggested that the Women's Ath- 
letic Association donate one-half the 
price of a ticket for each girl and 
each girl be assessed the other half. 
This proposition was voted on and 
accepted unanimously. The question 
of raising the dues to $2.00 a year, 
thus entitling each girl to a season 
!;et from the Men's Athletic Asf >- 
ciation was discussed and was finally 
voted on 2nd accepted. 

The Women's Athletic Association 
plans to do a great deal this year, 

and with the co-operation of all the 
girls will have achieved no doubt 
as great success as has attended the 
activities of the organization in for- 
mer years. 


By Kitty Wilcox 

The tennis season opened this fall 
with a great deal of enthusiasm 
displayed both by the men and 
women students of the Normal 
School. Every day there could be 
seen on the courts ambitious players 
aspiring to become "champs" like 
Tilden or Wills. 

A large number of girls chose 
tennis as their major fall sport, and 
those who were not familiar with 
the game attempted to learn it. 

On account of the great demand 
for the courts a tennis book was 
hung in the lobby, wherein all those 
desiring to play could sign and make 
their reservations for courts. 

A tournament for men and v/omen 
is being planned for spring, and it 
is expected that a great deal of en- 
thusiasm and interest will be man- 
ifested in this event. 


By Anonymous 
Twinkling Star ! 
As rose-hued dewdrops never mar 
But beautify the way 
Your gleams in azure sky now are 
O Twinkling Star. 

O Twinkling Star ! 

A glory at the end of day, 

While the minstrel low to his guitar 

Sings sweetest song 'neath your bright ray, 

O Twinkling Star. 


Don't ever try: 
To be a salesman like Jimmie Smith, 
To be as pompous as "Sully," 
To have a wave like Scottie's, 
To be as funny as Muggsie, 
To be an orator like Davenport, 
To be as witty as Joe Reardon, 
To be an athlete like Rocky, 
To be as good looking as the Sheik, 
To be an actor like Fitzy, 
To play tennis like "Prof." Conry, 

To be as quiet as Margaret 

De Roche, 

To be as pretty as Marion Suttcliffe, 

To be a monologuist like Betty 


To debate like Gert McConville, 

To dress like Irene Shea, 

To dance like "Zo" Masiedo, 

To be as jolly as Iky Lezotte, 

To "teach" like Gert Handlin, 

To be as sweet as Helen Devaney, 

To blush like Rachel Murray. 

To be as constant as Eleanor Pratt, 

To be as easy-going as Mary Lewis, 

To sing like Mr. Clancy, 

To be as lovely as Mrs. Still, 

To have a geographical collection 

like Miss Webster's, 
To be as humorous as Mr. Har- 
To write as many books as Mr. 

To draw like Miss Lamprey, 
To remember as many facts as Mr. 


It can't be done. 


AT F. N. S. 

Things we Juniors will never forget. 

The tunnels, 

The drinking (?) water. 

The free instead of study period. 

The principal's kindness in telling us 
we were our own masters here 

A mail box for each of us. 
The correct (?) time-keeping clocks 
in every room, 



That complicated program on the 
on the bulletin board, 

Our questions about the classes and 

The dividing of our class and sep- 
aration of pals, 

The dorm girls and commuters. 
Which was which ? 

The scarcity of men, 

Our first glimpse of the shiek, 

The lounging chair in the lobby, 

That professional feeling, 

Scottie's wave and knickers, 

Davenport's height, 

Marion Suttcliffe's head bands, 

Mary Foster's hair, 


McDonnell — "Say, Major, if you 
were rich, what would you want 
most of all?" 

Major — "An alarm clock with a 
busted buzzer." 

* * * * 

Mr. Harrington: "Name an Era of 
Good feeling in America." 

V. F. R. — "The Whiskey Re- 

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J. O. — "He said he was dying to 
see you." 

M. M.— "Wouldn't that be a fun- 
ny way to die?" 

1st student — "What is your idea 
of a plausible excuse?" 

2d student — "One that makes 
Mr. Morrill have sympathy for you." 

* * * * 

Huck — "How was the party?'' 
Tim — "Terrible. Everyone was 
at school the next day." 



Major — Take your time fellows, 
take your time! 

Huck — Oh, gee, Lets play 


Sheik — "I love that little girl." 

Fitzy — One, six, two, fish and 

Cap — I'm the only bachelor. 

Stebbins — And that ain't maybe. 

Rabouin — Gee, it's tough to be 

Dolan — I'm Irish and I'm proud 
of it. 

Toupence — No, I'm too much of 
a gentleman. 

Leland — I've done that, too. 

Pinney — The seniors are a bluff. 

Healey — Well, my brother Hen- 
ry, etc. 

Riordan — Alia Bulla, Balla Bulla. 

Sullivan — Give me a cigarette. 

Bowler — The barbers are on a 

Devlin — Look-out, or I'll knock 
you down to my size. 

Sheehan — Playing "Postoffice." 

Mr. Smith — Is there anybody 

G. Talcot — I'll help you. 

* * * * 

Henry Becklund — (at box office) 
"Two tickets, please." 

Ticket seller. — "What date?" 
Henry— (absently) "Mary." 

* * * * 

Joe Rabouin — "Scottie," have you 
tried out the newest steps?" 

Scottie — "No, are they any softer 
than the fire escape?" 

* * * * 

Cap Akeley — Well, let's cum t' 
attention here! 



Bowler went to a dance last week. 
He was dancing with a nice young 
girl. After they had been dancing 
for a while, she said. "I am getting 
dizzy from dancing." Tom said, "You 
had better come out on the veranda 
and sit down with me for a while." 
The girl said, "Oh, I am not quite as 
dizzy as that yet. 

* * * * 

Jim Keilty — "Stan," why is a 
notebook like a girl?" 

Stan — "I don't know; why?" 
J. K. — "Because everyone should 
have one of his own and not be 
borrowing the other fellows'." 

Mr. Randall says he is pleased to 
hear that Scott, Leland, and Rabouin 
used many Sunday afternoons this 
fall studying flowers. 

* * * * 

Miss Sutcliffe, Miss Brewster, 
Miss Butler, Miss Hutchings, Miss 
Blaisdell, Miss Goodrich, and Miss 
Saltzman make one think of a crowd 
of Normal School boys at a burlesque 

Miss Stockwell — "How's that?" 
Miss Sutcliffe — "You always find 
them in the front seats ! " 

* * * * 


We would like to announce that 
Miss Helen Cooke, who is a pupil 
of this school, recently won a quick 
speaking contest conducted by the 
English Department of the State and 
the Remington Rapid Machine Gun 

Congratulations, Miss Cooke! 


We would like to announce that 
"Jerry" Gingras, Jake Smith, Jack 
Healey, and Wink Hurlburt will com- 
pete in a bow-legged contest. The 
winner will be given the privilege 
of attempting to capture a greased 
pig in the gymnasium on the after- 
noon of the Faculty — Grammar 
Master Basketball game. Since all 
desire efficient judges, they have de- 
cided that the judges shall be as 

Accuracy of angles — Mr. McLean 
Balance — Miss Conlon 
Beauty — Miss Lamprey 
Flexibility — Miss McDermott 

This is positively free of charge. 

4C ' SfC 3^ 3fS 

Mrs. Hilbert — "Dear Editor: My 
husband is out every night, and I 
am very lonely. Would you suggest 
something for me to do?" 

Editor — "Send us your address." 

* * * * 

Ginger — "What did Joe Burke do 
when Janet wouldn't kiss him out 
on the lake last night?" 

Hazel — "Paddled her back." 
Ginger — "Oh, the rough thing!" 

Sheik — "Heavens, man, but that 
suit is too big for you!" 

Quirk — "That's all right, I come 
from Bondsville." 

Sheik — "What do you mean?" 

Quirk — "I'm a bigger man there 
than I am here." 



Sheehan — "Friedman, the way 
you swing that hammer reminds me 
of lightning." 

Friedman — " Why?" 
Sheehan — "Because you never strike 
twice in the same place." 

* * * * 

That charming little book written 
by Mr. Leon Yarter on, "How to 
make love," or Personal Reminis- 
cences of an Expert" is reported to 
be having a very large sale. 

* * * * 

Shingle on Gay Strepek's Door: 

"I will guarantee to make you 
look like what you don't, but would 
like to, for fifty cents. 

* * * * 

Mr. Harrington, (In a sympathetic 
tone) — "I can't imagine anything 
more dreadful than a man without 
a country." 

Mae Blass — "Oh! I can. Im- 
agine a country without a man.." 

* * * * 

The gum chewing girl and the cud 
chewing cow, 

There is a difference we will allow. 

What is the difference — ? Oh, I 
have it now, 

It's the thoughtful look on the face 

of the cow. 

* * * * 

Mr. Harrington — "Why, in the 
colonial days, they were so modest 
they even put skirts over the legs 
of the chair. Isn't that so, Mr. 

Mr. Parkinson — "Well, I don't 
know about that, but I've seen them 
in other places." 

Miss Williams — "Is there anyone 
here whose name wasn't called and 
who is absent? If so, will he please 
raise his hand?" 

And half the class looked about to 
see how many would raise their 

P. S. I wasn't there. 


Any girl can be gay in a classy 

In a taxi, they all can be jolly, 

But the girl worth while, is the girl 
who can smile, 

When you're taking her home in 
the trolley. 

(College Humor) 

Miss Conlon — "Did you finish 
that tray yourself, Mr. Cavanaugh?" 
Major — "No." 
Miss Conlon — "Who did it?" 
Major — "Santa Claus." 

* * * * 

Ten years from now — Bowler (J. 

H. S. A. C.) to football squad. 
"How many of you have ever heard 

of Henry Healey?" 

Squad — (Perfectly silent) 
Bowler — "What! You have never 

heard of Henry Healey? Why his 

brother Jack, etc." 

* * * * 

The A. A. Meeting was getting ex- 

Mr. Dolan — "I maintain that 
Stebbins is out of order." 

Stebbins — "How am I out of or- 

Dolan — "Consult a veterinary. 
Perhaps he can tell you."